"Two good points."How about you? You always strip and swim wherever you are?" I could hear the smile in his voice."I've always done what I wanted. And...normally there isn't a stranger poking about the property." You do have people that work for you. They could find your swimming hole." Could. But won't." I should have been upset about his protective controlling attitude. Yet, I wasn't. "And IF they did they'd call out and and ... and keep their distance till was..." Hm." The sound he made said. I then saw shiny wet fingers coming towards me as my mom rubbed her pussy and put the fingers to my lips. I licked her fingers, sucking them and twirling them with my tongue. She moaned and her legs were open. I reached over and kissed her on the lips. She bit my lower lip. I pulled away and she had a very devilish smirk on her face. I threw the blankets and comforter off the bed and pulled off my mom's nighty. She lay there and rubbed her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples. With her. “Certainly.”It was then I saw the large sculpture occupying the center of the room. It appeared to be cut from one piece of green marble. A carved stone man lay on his back, legs together, arms up with elbows bent and hands open. Another man was kneeling over him, facing his feet. The art work was magnificent with each muscle and sinew of these stereotypical perfect males clearly created by the caring hands of a master sculptor.Each marble man had an erection, his green marble cock thick and. * * * * *?One card,?Forry said, tossing one of his down on the table.Bridget dealt him a card, watching his face closely as he picked it up.?None for me,?she told the men at the table. She had two pair, jacksover fours. As far as she could tell, that was the best hand at thetable. But she wasn?t sure that she could read Forry's tells. She'dnever played cards with him back in the army.?Bet a dime,?Stu Gallagher said.Joe Kramer folded. ?See that, and raise five cents.? Forry tossed a dime.